#mattsteve

[themuseoftheviolets]

'should we hug' no actually you should kiss

[candyello]

The Aftermath

this is my first ever piece of writing posted on here. this comes from my marvel roleplay discord server, where our main ship is actually matt murdock x steve rogers. this snippet is pretty much if steve and matt were together, but steve still returned to his time at the end of avengers endgame. don’t squint too hard, you’ll find i made steve much weaker in this, more akin to how a pre-serum old man steve would be. if you do not like rare-pairs or if this isn’t your thing, please don’t hate on it. this ship has been heavily developed by me and my good friend sym. again, this is very short—just an idea i drummed up late one night.

Steve had done it.

 After traveling back in time to return the stones, Matt had expected to hear his partner returning on the same platform that had whisked him away. However, he’d waited alongside Sam and Bucky—and there was nothing. He listened to their heartbeats rapidly increasing, sensing that they were growing concerned and anxious. Matt couldn’t help it, as he felt the exact same. The three of them stood by silently, until Matt had heard a heartbeat just a bit away from the platform. He’d recognize that heartbeat anywhere. It was Steve. Something had changed, though. Matt listened on as he grew closer to where Steve had been sat on a bench. The sounds of his organs—they were weak. Weak compared to how his body sounded before. Matt was in denial; could the heartbeat he was listening to really be his Steve..? He’d made his way to the bench, before sitting down beside the man. Hesitantly, he let his hand grasp at the other’s—thumb caressing over the aged skin. It didn’t take him long to let the truth sink in to the corners of his mind. Matt felt himself tearing up, and thanked God for the glasses on his face. His lips quivered, the words leaving his lips formed with a stutter. 

“Were you—were you happier..?” 

Instead of hearing words in response, Matt felt Steve’s second hand placed over his, trying to still the shaking that now travelled to his own hand.

 The other didn’t have to say a word.

 After Steve had returned, Matt began to make arrangements for the man to be under his care at his apartment. He’d signed the papers, paid for the at-home hospital bed and necessary items for his past lover—he’d gotten everything he could afford to make sure Steve was comfortable with the remainder of his life. The last time Steve patched him up from his Daredevil activities was in August. Matt had sat at the table per usual, and Steve was sat across from him. He’d just picked up a rag and alcohol, wanting to disinfect the wound before wrapping it with gauze. Unfortunately, Steve’s hands had started to shake. It reminded Matt of when he used to care for his dad after his matches—it’d reminded him of the burning first sip of scotch. He’d thought about doing the same for Steve, but he knew it wouldn’t help him anymore. Matt could hear Steve muttering to himself, getting frustrated with how his hands wouldn’t listen to him and stop their shaking. With a small smile, Matt let his hands hold Steve’s for a moment. He tried to still them, letting his thumbs rub reassuringly onto the skin of Steve’s hands. He slowly lowered them onto the table, before taking the rag himself and applying it to his skin. 

Never did he patch him up again. 

The last time Steve had gotten out of bed was a late night in October. Matt had come through the window, groaning and in pain. Steve had been lying in his hospital bed, and immediately started getting up and out of his things. Though, with his condition, his legs had become too weak—Steve had fallen onto the floor, holding onto the side of his bed. Through the pain, Matt perceived, immediately standing to his feet and stumbling over to where Steve had fallen. He let his hands find Steve’s face, feeling to see if the other had been in any excruciating pain. During his investigation, his fingers had found every line and wrinkle of Steve’s face. He couldn’t help the sick feeling in his stomach, as he thought to himself ‘I should’ve been there when he grew wrinkles. I should’ve been there when he developed the crow’s feet by his eyes. I should’ve been there when his hands started to shake, and his knees grew weak.’ 

But wishing on the past never helped anyone. 

The day Steve passed was 2 years later. Matt had just left the Landman and Zach office building, as he’d had a conversation with Foggy before calling it a night. He’d been working tirelessly on a new case and had sought out his best friend’s aid. As he walked along the side-walk, all of the sounds around him seemed to silence; this wasn’t usual for Matt. The loudest and only thing he heard was a monotonous beep of a machine that echoed from his apartment. Matt entered a full on sprint, having left his cane and suitcase where he had stood. His running didn’t stop—he didn’t care if people saw him. His glasses fell as well, his running never-ending, just like the beep of the heart monitor. He’d climbed up the alley, swinging over the stairs, before bursting through the roof access door of his apartment. Matt quickly made his way down the stairs, an expression of fear and worry consuming every inch of his face. The whole run over, he’d been in denial—convincing himself it wasn’t true. Matt walked over to the hospital bed, his hands shaking just as Steve’s had. He placed them on his partner’s arm, the tears seeming to ravage him. Matt feels a lump in his throat, and he finds that the shaking has spread all over him now. The most he can sputter is:

 “You feel so cold, Steve.. you should’ve—you should’ve told me you were cold..”

 Matt fell to his knees, remaining in the same position for the next 6 hours.

 He’d decided then and there—that he’d never let anyone in again.

[nobleoswald]

I recently discovered Steve Rogers/Matt Murdock so,,, Steve Rogers/Matt Murdock?

this is some good shit,,,,, some really obscure ships are too great for their own good,,,

- big spoon/little spoon: matt is 13/10 the little spoon honestly like maybe i’m wrong but i feel pretty certain personally about this- favorite nonsexual activity: these two fucking Dorks probably spend their time strolling through new york talking about how much they love it, steve probably tells matt about how pretty the sky looks that day while they’re holding hands, it’s absolutely disgusting and foggy and bucky find them completely ridiculous and Are Sick Of Them- who uses all the hot water: steve rogers takes long showers and bubble baths and invites matt to join but 99% of the time steve just uses all the hot water- most trivial thing they fight over: which one is the more impulsive. matt decides to jump across a rooftop and steve’s like What The Fuck Matt but then the next day steve jumps out of a helicopter and matt is like WHAt the FUCk STeVe - who does most of the cleaning: almost certainly steve- who controls the netflix queue: i mean steve matt probably doesn’t care for watching tv even if they have that audio description thing turned on but he’ll cuddle with steve while he watches netflix - who calls the landlord when the heat’s not working: i’m gonna say steve- who steals the blankets: matt but that’s okay bc that’s just an excuse to be gross and cuddle closer - who leaves their stuff around: tbh i feel like they’re both p good about cleaning their stuff up, like sometimes one of them will toss their masks aside if they’ve had a long day and they just wanna pass out but mostly their apartment is pretty neat- who remembers to buy the milk: neither of them but steve will be the one to run out and get it once they both realize that there is literally nothing left in their apartment to eat- who remembers anniversaries: usually neither of them tbh they’re both too busy being impulsive Idiots but then they both celebrate it a day late once foggy has reminded them or some shit- who cooks normally: i’mf eeling steve- how often do they fight: not super often, but their similarities and their impulsiveness comes between them sometimes - what do they do when they’re away from each other: they make sure to call each other every day and if steve’s with bucky he’s like “ugh i miss matt” and bucky will remind him that that’s the 5th time he’s said that- who kissed who first: i feel like matt kissed steve first. they were probably hanging out getting something to eat somewhere steve knows is really good in brooklyn, and they’re arguing about if this is better than the place matt knows in hell’s kitchen, and then like shit happens and they’re kissing- who cusses more: steven grant rogers never fucking stops cussing, and Good Catholic Boy Matt Murdock absolutely cannot keep up with it- what would they do if the other was hurt: sjldkfjd both of them are Too Much like ok think about matt’s reactions to elektra being hurt,,,, and think about steve’s reactions to bucky being hurt,,,,, and now direct all that extraness at each other,,,,,

[cowboylikedean]

MATT PUT HIS ARM AROUND STEVE AND HIS HAND ON HIS SHOULDER LOOK AT THE GAY

[rainbowdracula]

Remember this? I’m writing about it.

Matt knit.

Apparently he learned it after the accident, as part of his therapy. It seemed like magic to Steve, how Matt could use touch alone to make such intricate pieces. All attempts to learn have failed, leaving Steve content to just watch.

He was knitting when Steve came back from Bulgaria, weary after two weeks trying to flush out an entrenched HYDRA cell. He wanted the peace of Matt's little apartment, with the clack of wooden needles and softly playing jazz.

Steve kissed Matt's cheek in greeting before dropping off his stuff in the bedroom. He settled down next to him on the couch, content to enjoy the quiet.

Matt's colors ran basic, almost utilitarian – grayscale, black, white, deep reds and blues. Not hard to coordinate, for obvious reasons. This project was a spring green, thick and soft. It seemed to be the beginning of a sweater, but tiny.

"Is someone having a baby?" he asked, seeming like the only reason for a project like this.

"Yes," Matt replied. His hands were slowing.

"Who?" Steve needled with a smile. Matt stopped completely, sweater settling down on to his lap.

"We are."

Steve's brain ground to a halt. His mouth opened and closed uselessly.

"What?" he choked. "How?"

"They should check to see if your sperm is also hyped up on that serum," Matt said dryly. "Since they thwarted both the pill and condoms."

Matt bit his lip, face cast downward. Steve's thoughts were racing, but he noticed how Matt's hands were clenching and unclenching the sweater, and put his arm around Matt's shoulders.

"I'm not angry," he assured. "Just kind of...not expecting this."

"Now we are," Matt mumbled, and leaned against Steve. "I don't...I know we weren't that serious, or anything..."

"Hey, I'm not going to up and leave," Steve promised. "This baby's half yours and half mine. You're stuck with me now."

Matt snorted, but smiled. "Such a terrible position to be in. I don't know how I'll survive with Captain America waiting on me hand and foot."

Steve laughed, and settled his hand on Matt's stomach. Matt's came to cover it.

[themuseoftheviolets]

matt, holding an axe and imitating his pose from a calender: this is february

steve: how do i not have this calender?

steve hale i know what you are.